Deceitful Game

Chapter 194 Mingpo's Parents

Chapter 194 Mingpo's Parents

This is not a joke.

Although Mingpo doesn't even know her parents' exact birth years—her mother must be at least in her forties this year.

But the way the demon spoke, its expression, and its demeanor—

She was exactly like the mother Mingpo remembered.

When Mingbo realized this, he finally understood why he felt a strange sense of familiarity when watching "Nyarlathotep".

Because of her appearance, it was like that of a "perfect mother." Although her features and hairstyle looked very similar, every part was more perfect—which was why Mingbo felt a strong sense of incongruity.

Yes, it's Mingpo's biological mother, whom she hasn't seen for almost five years.

However, Nyarlathotep wasn't surprised—as the faceless goddess, her appearance was ever-changing. Perhaps she deliberately chose her mother's appearance to lower her guard—

—That's not impossible.

Rather, this is something Nyarlathotep would absolutely do. We must not believe it.

Because she had just seen Nyarlathotep and then saw the demon, she would subconsciously think of "Little Nyarlathotep". But there is another possibility - that they are using the same person's appearance.

That is, Mingpo's biological mother.

Although she is basically raised in a free-range manner, Mingpo actually has a pretty good relationship with her parents.

That's why Mingpo sometimes feels lonely and isolated.

If a child has a bad relationship with their family, they can probably only experience unrestrained freedom.

To be honest, it's actually quite difficult to have a conflict with this.

They have plenty of money, and even when they're not around, they don't get angry when they occasionally come back. They respect Mingpo's personal choices and hobbies, and they don't care about her exam scores or personal relationships at all—except for sometimes losing contact for months and being completely unreachable. They are practically perfect parents.

All that's missing is a younger sister for Mingpo to achieve the standard setup for a male protagonist in a light novel: a younger sister, a house, and parents who are both busy.

Although his relationship with his father seems very strained, that's how they raised him. Mingpo isn't some reincarnated person from another world; he doesn't have any innate personality traits, it's all due to his parents' upbringing.

Because their family's education doesn't emphasize "elders" and "tradition".

This is mainly because Mingpo has never met his grandparents or maternal grandparents, nor has he ever returned to his hometown in Inner Mongolia, where his memories are already very vague. Therefore, Mingpo's relationship with his family is closer to an atmosphere of "equality": his father is more like an older brother to him, while his mother is more like an older sister.

When Mingpo was very young—almost when she had just started elementary school and her parents were still frequently home—she loved to "fight" with them—not out of deliberate tantrums, but out of competitiveness.

For example, you can compete with your mom in memory and logical thinking skills, or play fighting games together; or compete with your dad in throwing or playing badminton.

Mingpo remembers that her father taught her some simple self-defense techniques—such as Taekwondo and Sanda.

Although he only scratched the surface and never took any tests, Mingpo himself didn't even know his exact level. But this led Mingpo to develop the good habit of kicking people when fighting.

Given Mingpo's height advantage, his kicking skills are quite threatening.

He also enrolled in piano lessons with his mother, his goal at the time being to surpass her.

As I grew older, my parents stopped being home.

At that time, Mingpo still enjoyed challenging Mingjingxing's authority, but he began to listen to his mother very much. This was perhaps because his mother came back even less often than Mingjingxing—so little that Mingpo remembered his mother as still incredibly young.

In Mingpo's memory, she had long, flowing black hair and a cheerful, sunny smile completely different from her father's. It was the innocent, student-like quality of someone who had never worked a day in her life and hadn't been exposed to the "stuff" of a classroom, looking no older than a college student. Only when he was truly serious would he lower his voice and earnestly teach Mingpo.

Mingpo remembers the last time he saw his mother was the day he was admitted to graduate school.

That day, her parents came home for once. They went out for a meal and then went to Disneyland—although that was actually Mingpo's wish from ten years ago, it was finally fulfilled.

Of course, there's really nothing fun about it.

However, Mingpo still remembers that evening.

The sunlight streaming down at dusk in spring fell on my mother's hair, making her radiate a sacred golden light.

When Mingpo stood with her mother, many people assumed that Mingpo was older.

Ming Jingxing looked like Ming Po's older brother; he was handsome and composed, clearly a successful person. He had an upright posture and a calm demeanor, and even in a casual trench coat, he looked like he was wearing a suit.

Mingpo's mother, on the other hand, looked more like his junior from school.

She would act coquettishly towards Mingpo and his son, curiously wanting to eat the Mickey Mouse head ice cream. She would also talk on the phone with her best friend on speakerphone the whole way, occasionally asking Mingpo and Ming Jingxing to corroborate her opinions. She would skip and hop when she walked, more lively than many college students.

On the contrary, Mingpo herself looked the oldest—perhaps because of her lazy eyes, and although she hadn't graduated from university, she had the lifelessness of someone who had worked for many years.

Although it was fulfilling Mingpo's childhood wish, his mother seemed even happier.

—Of course, that was Mingpo's mother in her memory.

Mingpo no longer knows what she looks like now.

So the way the demon reacted really made Mingpo tense up; he was genuinely shocked.

It was precisely because her mother was usually so lively that Mingpo would be very afraid when she occasionally became serious.

Mingpo's most vivid memory was when he was seven or eight years old—he seemed to have thrown a tantrum over something and smashed Ming Jingxing's phone in a fit of anger.

He still remembers how angry he was at that time—like a fire burning fiercely in his mind, his eyes even hurt from staring so hard, as if they were about to jump out of their sockets. And as he lost control, his whole body seemed to have inexhaustible strength.

Ming Jingxing didn't say anything at the time, but his mother got angry.

As the saying goes, a name is the shortest curse, a gaze is the simplest form of witchcraft, and pointing a finger at someone is the most primal curse. The moment her mother pointed at Mingpo and read out Mingpo's full name word by word, the fearless Mingpo instantly became obedient.

It was from that time that Mingpo deeply remembered the principle of "not damaging other people's property when you lose your temper".

From then on, Mingpo only smashed his own things.

"So, is it just an illusion?"

Mingpo murmured softly.

He had complete faith in his intuition; it told Mingpo that the demon was his mother.

No matter how he thought about it, it was completely impossible!

It's not just a matter of age mismatch—they're from completely different worlds.

The demon is a "twilight dweller" from the adventure world, not a native of the material world at all. If it weren't for a bug in Mingpo's game, she wouldn't have been able to enter the material world.

—However, there is another possibility.

Since each adventure world is a parallel world to the material world and represents different possibilities, the characters within it may also have "prototypes".

It's not impossible that the demon is someone from a world without the deceptive game—?

But if that's the case, she shouldn't know me.

Perhaps it was because she was too concerned—Mingpo felt her mind was a jumbled mess, unable to think clearly.

However, upon closer reflection, Mingper suddenly recalled something else.

Something that Mingbo had deliberately ignored before.

If my parents were liars—then why didn't my mother show up even once when I joined the Chinese Chamber of Commerce?

That was the last time he was "alive"!

Or has Mom become a TV presenter? Or even—

Mingbo was silent for a moment.

His personality dictates that he acts on his thoughts immediately. So, without hesitation, Mingpo took out his phone.

He called his mother right away.

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